Three Generations 🤷‍♂️ Same Struggle 🤷‍♂️

Noah stared at his laptop, graduation emails open, job offer highlighted.

I did the math Grandpa,he said. “Even with a full-time job… I can’t afford my own place. I’m gonna need overtime. Maybe two jobs.”

Across the table, Walter didn’t look surprised. Just stirred his coffee.

“As far back as I can remember,” he said, “we worked 40-plus hours. Your great-grandparents did. I did. Your dad did.”

Noah frowned. “But people act like this is new. Like this president or that party caused it.”

Walter laughed.
“Son, for over 3 generations it’s been the same story. Inflation up, paychecks behind. New faces in office, same struggle in the kitchen.”

He leaned in.

“Every few years they tell us to fight left vs right, red vs blue like it’s something brand new. While we’re busy arguing, the system keeps doing exactly what it was built to do.”

Noah looked at the bills.

“So we’re fighting each other… but nothing changes.”

Walter nodded.
“That’s the point.”

Noah sat back, quiet now.

If three generations worked nonstop under every president…

why are we still blaming each other instead of questioning the system?